The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: In the middle of this... super sterile cryonic preservation facility, a blurry figure is sitting on a cryopreservation chamber, and I guess that's me, but it's really hard to make out. The air's dry and super cold, with this faint smell of liquid nitrogen, like the whole place is just... one huge refrigerator. There's this huge digital display on the wall showing a timestamp of like, 2137, but outside the massive windows, it's just a pitch-black void, except for the faint image of a Wikipedia page for "information-theoretic death" just kinda... projected onto the darkness.